Article and Photography by Eddo Kloosterman

My tent had kept me safe and dry while being blasted with brute winds in the night, it was a good notion to have placed some larger rocks around the pegs to keep them from coming loose. The little Hilleberg Akto had done it again, it’s still a trusty companion for my solo travels!

Leaving Jökulsárlon left me with a bit of a tear in my eye, though what I didn’t know then was that I’d return twice to this magical place. Read More

Article and Photography by Eddo Kloosterman

“If it would be easy, it wouldn’t be an adventure”; with those words in my mind along the road while being in Iceland I pushed myself to keep on going on bad roads, or with strong headwinds.

This is the first part of a two-part series blogposts of my recumbent bike tour on Iceland, each post depicting a part of my three-week tour. Read More

Article and Photography by Sunday Echappée

Chilterns 100km

Words: Steve
Photos: Andy, Dean & Steve,

Being a road cyclist from central London means there will always be a certain amount of city to negotiate on your way to the good stuff.  Whereabouts you reside in central London will largely dictate where you end up riding on the average weekend, choosing the shortest escape route.  Live east?  Head to Essex.  South-west?  It’s the Surrey Hills for you.  South-east?  Head into Kent.  Read More

Article and Photography by Hoffisterei

As Mario is going to be married we do a stag stroll on cyclocross bikes. And as Mario is a lover of lakes (his favourite is stinky Starnberger See) we will pass Tegernsee, Schliersee, Walchsee (now also stinky as we take a quick bath there) and infamous Königssee with destination Salzburg. Heat kills us climbing the Tatzelwurm, some tiny recovery beers bury us. Read More

Article and Photography by Big Wheel Building

A few weeks back Jeny and I invited Doom to ride with us on a favorite set of trails.  Not really a loop per se, more of an inspired connection of dots.  This was a momentous occasion, an opportunity, for the shoe is typically on the other foot: He’s usually playing tour guide for us.

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Article and Photography by Stefan Feldmann

Every ride needs a destination not yet discovered, and nothing is better than a little lake a the end of a gravel road in a forest your not sure who manages. That was the goal at least.

Trespassing signs suck though. Unfortunately we ran up against two of them, both preventing us further travel, this time, and so our route shifted. Fortunately the surrounding area had fair share of gravel roads and dykes to quench our thirst for adventure. We’ll get to that lake, one day.

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Article and Photography by Pedaling in Place

The day went grayer and lost track of our heading, which was only hinted once in awhile through tree breaks anyway. My recollection of the route suggests that we’ve only very recently turned back toward the cars. November four o’clocks in upstate New York, we don’t have much time before darkness, of the starting twenty us nine who didn’t peel off. Shudder shivering and with my fingers balled into fists inside the gloves, Ray is flipping his wheel around to get a less spinny cog in anticipation of the road riding ahead. Others are on mountain bikes with suspension, Serge is—against all advice, which I admire—on his road bike with 25’s, but the median rig is a perfect plain old ‘cross bike. Read More

Article and Photography by Aaron Teasdale

I was pedaling alone through a deserted corner of Utah, the first stars punching through the dome of the evening sky, when I saw the lion. Or what looked like a lion. It was too shadowy and quick to say for sure, but I feathered my brake levers, which were secured to my handlebars with zip ties and duct tape, and futilely squinted into the dusk. Riding on, faster now, rock walls launched into the sky at my side, their crenelated faces blushing in the day’s last light. I wanted to look up the names of the more dramatic peaks, but I had no map. No matter, it was all achingly beautiful and my smile led the way as I continued on, pedaling hard, further and further into nowhere.  Read More

Article by interpedalers | Photography by interpedalers

Victoria is the picture-postcard destination of British Columbia, Canada. Immaculate parks and gardens, grand Victorian-era buildings, a picturesque inner-harbour, and a stunning coastline are just a few reasons to visit this beautiful city. I can’t believe it has been 16 years since I was last here. This is my home town. I spent my earliest years here before my parents decided to pack everything up and move to Australia. So here I am after so many years, my uncle’s bike, some clunky clipless shoes that are 4 sizes too small and and some rare beautiful weather to explore by bicycle.  Read More

Article and Photography by Tweed Telegraph

Moraine Lake is a very popular place for tourists and locals alike to flock to in the late spring, summer, and early fall months.  It is very easy to see why so many people travel to the lake daily, hundreds of people can be there all at once.  The wilderness is raw all around the lake but when the tour buses are rumbling about and the rock pile is full of people it can be a little hard to fully take in the serenity of this place without noticing the spectacle of people, at least for me anyways.  Today I had an entirely different experience with Moraine Lake.  An experience I will no doubt ever forget in my lifetime.  The road is closed now for the season and has been since Thanksgiving.  It was 15 degrees out there today and I took to my bicycle.  Sometimes snow is already piling up on the road right as they close it, but not this year.  The road provided for a perfect ride and I was literally the only person out there.  Just me and Moraine Lake!  It was a little hard to fathom it to be honest.  What a transformation and I’m sure a welcome break for the ecosystem of this area.  I took a few photos along the way. Read More

Article and Photography by Rennsteig Trophy

We start at 7. Tradition says everone who does the Rennsteig has to pick a stone from river Werra and has to drop it into river Saale at the end of it. Alright, we do it.

After passing an ugly ski-ressort around noon wheather does not want to follow forecast and it starts raining. With hail. For the rest of the day. Lars and Mario quit. Dumb Michi, Ulf and me ride on, soaked, freezig. And loose the way. Again and again. And then it gets dark, that was not planned and so we have only one little lamp just to be seen. After one hour riding in darkest night we also have to quit, only 11 km missing to the finish.

Upshot? A true “brovet”, great route, great adventure. Good boys. And always carry rain gear with you and a lamp. We had only a little bottle of bourbon. We will come back to do the last 11 km.

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Article and Photography by Yeti Rides

For quite some time now we have had plans for riding the ice roads between the Åland Islands and Turku by bike. For this to succeed a very cold winter is needed. Last winter did not, according to our information, have good enough ice. This winter started out very promising, but a warmer period did not inspire much hope. The ice cover and thickness still grew all the time and the weather cooled down. Currently the ice cover of the Baltic Sea is the largest since 1987, so the time had finally come. Read More

Article and Photography by Zen On Dirt

Current location and activity: Sitting in a sunny yurt watching storms move up the valley while sun shines on our deck while a beautiful bluebird hangs out, pooping on the rails.

Today was a 14 mile day. Tomorrow will be about 15 miles, mostly downhill. Today was not mostly downhill. We’re tired and we know it. Plus, how could we pass up the chance to spend a night in the Colorado Trail Friend’s Yurt. In 2011 during the CTR, Jarral had tried to explain the location of the yurt to me as we were eating dinner at Spring Creek Pass. I couldn’t find it in the dark and ended up bivying a couple hundred yards from it. Now, they’ve moved it farther up the hill so that the giant windows allow for views of the mighty San Juans. It sleeps 8 and we’re thinking Team Blueberry might make it here tonight, but for now, it’s a peaceful escape from the incessant wind that’s been blowing all day.
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Article and Photography by interpedalers

Often I would much rather just watch the sunrise then ride for PBs. Today was one of those days. Rise before the sun does, head towards the coast, up and over the gateway motorway, out to the coast and along the walkway, and arrive just in time to catch the sunrise, take lots of cliche bike photos, now ride home slowly with a great deal of satisfaction.  Read More

Article and Photography by While Out Riding

Uyuni – Isla Incahuasi – Llica – Chalacallo – Coipasa – Sabaya

Cycling atop the salt crust of the Bolivia’s Salar de Uyuni – and the more petite but perfectly formed Salar de Coipasa – is an undisputed highlight of many a South America journey. It’s a ride that takes four days, in our case segmented with the cacophony of a typically spirited and drunken festival in the midway settlement of Llica.

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